Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.